“FLATTERING.”
Cook. Laukadaisy me, Miss Mary, if it ain’t a’most like wax-work, I dew declare!
PROFESSION AND PRACTICE.
Painter. Wouldn’t care to be a painter, eh?
Model. Dear, no, sir! Rather be a doctor—their work ain’t so criticised, and it don’t much matter whether it’s kill or cure.
Rapid Genius. ’Ow do I manage it? Why, fust of all I takes the brown and does all the cats and the rinds of the cheeses—then I takes the yaller and goes over the cheeses, and puts in eyes and stripes to the cats. With a brush o’ black I puts in the bottles and the mice; finishes up with a dab o’ white on the bottles and in the mice’s heyes—and there you are!
Critic. De bicture you haff bainted is most peautiful; der is only von vordt in the English langweege vot describes eet, and I haf vorgotten eet.